I heard the office door open behind me. Mr. Harris’s voice was clear and deep like a stage actor’s, trained over years of sales pitches and client meetings. “I hope this won’t take….” He stopped in his tracks. The office door swung shut. I can only assume he noticed me, my upturned, red, welted, bruised ass, my panties around my ankles, and was lost for words.
“Dan, this is Heather Jennings. I am sure you know her.”
I heard a stacks of papers being dropped heavily onto the table by the door. “Yeah, I know Heather.” Mr. Harris’s voice was a mix of surprise and anger. He was still furious at me, no doubt, for this morning’s mistake.
“Miss Jennings came in to apologize for her mistake. She said she’s willing to do anything to make it up to the company, and to those who have been personally affected. Isn’t that right, Miss Jennings?”
“Yes.” My voice cracked. I was trembling, not in fear, but in anticipation. I wanted whatever was going to happen to hurry up and happen.
“I see,” Mr. Harris said.
“Dan,” Mr. Williams sat in one of the chairs out of my field of vision, “Miss Jennings told me she went home at lunch to change clothes, to put this on, so we would understand just how far she was willing to go to prove she’s sorry. She’s wanted there to be no doubt to her intentions. She’s willing to do whatever it takes, on her knees, on her back, or bent over my desk, to make amends. Isn’t that right, Miss Jennings?”
“Yes,” I said again. I closed my eyes.
Mr. Harris was lost for words. “Are… I mean… this is a joke.”
“Not at all,” I heard Mr. Williams say, “by all means, do what you will. As you can see I already gave her a nice whipping before I called you in.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” He stepped in behind me, running his hand tentatively over my abused rear. I groaned softly, arching my back, pushing my soft flesh against his touch. “Is she drugged?”
“Of course not. I am not going to let myself get sent to prison over this. Everything going on is purely consensual.”
Mr. Harris leaned in. I could feel the hardness in his pants pressing against the back of my thigh. “Is it, Heather?”
“Yes.” I nodded, opening my eyes and turning my head to glance at him over my shoulder before fixing my gaze back at the window. Through the glass, in the building across the street, I could see a man with a pair of binoculars looking my way. It was hard to tell if he was actually looking at me, or just looking in this general direction, but the thought of having an audience made my thighs quiver. I let out a soft sigh of pleasure as I squirmed under Mr. Harris’s touch.
“How is your divorce coming along, Dan?” I could hear the hint of mischief in Mr. Williams’ voice. He was trying to get Mr. Harris angrier, to bring him out of his amazement and back to the frustration he felt when he first walked in, and more pointedly, to drive him to take that frustration out on me.
“She’s taking me for a ride, Frank. May as well cut my salary in half.” His grip on my ass tightened, making me groan.
“I warned you about trophy wives, Dan. She was a hot number on your arm five years ago, but now she’s just mining your bank accounts. ”
“She’s a hot piece though. I honestly didn’t mind her fucking around on me, as long as I got to keep fucking her.” He was rubbing my ass almost lovingly now, reminiscing about the woman that got away, the “hot piece” he’d never be able to touch again.
“Well, drown your sorrows in the hot piece we have right here. Heather’s quite pretty, and she’s the reason you’re going to be pulling 80 hour weeks for a bit. While you won’t have the time to find someone to warm your bed, you may as well have someone to warm your office.”
He let go of my ass, and I could hear him unbuckling his belt. “We’re in your office, Frank.”
“A technicality.” Mr. Williams chuckled darkly.
“What about–”
“Ah ah. No more questions, Dan. I’m offering you an opportunity, so I suggest you take it – unless you’d rather just leave and pretend this never happened?”
I heard him drop his pants. His foot nudged the inside of shoe, pushing my legs apart to widen my stance. The head of his cock rubbed up and down against my over-wet slit. I gasped, arching, pushing back, wanting him inside of me. “You ready for this?” he hissed.
“Yes,” I responded – not because I was supposed to, but because I wanted to. I was ready. I was ready from the moment Mr. Williams called him in. He grabbed my hips with both hands and pushed. I grunted aloud, moaning as his cock slid easily into my pussy. I shivered with relief, the anticipation finally giving way to this blissful moment. I sighed and moaned again, rolling my hips, pressing back against his cock with abandon. I let go of every reservation I had, surrendering to the ecstasy. He bucked hard against me, the desk rattling with the force of each thrust. I moaned deeply, gripping the edged of the desk, arching my back to let him push deeper into me. He grunted like an animal with every shove, his hips slapping against my ass, the friction on the welts and bruises sending tiny jolts of pain through me, which only added to the pleasure.
I opened my eyes languidly to peer out the window. The man with the binoculars was rubbing his cock through his pants. I knew he was watching us now. I lifted up a little to give him a better view of my face, letting him see the mask of pleasure.
Mr. Harris thrust harder, grunting as he took me. I could feel his rhythm start to become erratic, his grip tightening on my hips. “Are… you on… the pill?” he managed to ask between thrusts.
“Yes!” I moaned out. I wasn’t, but, I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to say no. I wanted to feel his cum rushing in to me, to feel filled by him, to have him use me as he saw fit. All of the risks didn’t matter to me in that moment – I would deal with them later. I was the perfect servant, and I didn’t want anything to get in the way of that.
With a loud moan and a final, forceful push, Mr. Harris started to cum. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me as he flooded me with his warmth. I shuddered in pleasure, laying my body back down on the desk, letting him fill me with every spurt. When he pulled out I could feel his cum running down my legs in thick globs. I smiled gently, resting my cheek against the desk, moaning quietly with each breath.
“Thanks, Frank. That was a real pick me up.”
“Don’t mention it, Dan. And I do mean not to mention it at all. If the story of Miss Jennings’ unorthodox penance get out, we’re both fucked.”
“Don’t worry about me, Frank. Mum’s the word.” I could hear him pulling up his pants and buckling his belt. I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that he wasn’t going to take me again. The first time seemed to end so quickly.
“How long do you think you’ll be pulling overtime, Dan?”
“At least two weeks. Maybe three. This is a big mistake to fix.” I heard the anger creeping back into his voice.
“Alright, to make the days more bearable, Miss Jennings will come to your office each night you’re working late. I’m sure a 5 o’clock blowjob will help the hours pass a little more easily.”
Mr. Harris smirked and slapped me on the ass. I squealed a little and jumped. “Sounds like a plan. You good with this, Miss Jennings?”
“Yes,” I said with a smile. Mr. Harris was an attractive man, and until this moment, had always been nice to me. We had even innocently flirted from time to time. Maybe he’d let me into his life outside of work if I pleased him enough.
“Good, see you tomorrow then.” He slapped me on the ass again, and I squirmed.
“Dan, make sure she looks presentable when she leaves your office. No torn clothes and cum in her hair.”
“You got it, Frank.” He opened the door to the office and left.
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